PoeticMayheim
The more things change...
the more things change the more they
remain the same;
traveled many places seen plenty faces
entered temples where monks couldn't
speak to you; meditated with Buddhist,
but my thoughts remain polluted
with crime and prostitution;
invested time, love, and money,
now our community is growing
no more welfare keeping our young
mothers unprepared; now we have
jobs and adequate daycare,
youngens learning instead of
rolling trees and burning;
the more things change the more they
remain the same;
slept in spots not fit for piss or slop
woke from dreams that revealed my fears;
over came the false, evidence, appearing, real;
entered the temple and studied the hidden rituals;
arranged my own principals, morals, and ethics;
now when I'm questioned...
either respect it or check it!
remain the same;
traveled many places seen plenty faces
entered temples where monks couldn't
speak to you; meditated with Buddhist,
but my thoughts remain polluted
with crime and prostitution;
invested time, love, and money,
now our community is growing
no more welfare keeping our young
mothers unprepared; now we have
jobs and adequate daycare,
youngens learning instead of
rolling trees and burning;
the more things change the more they
remain the same;
slept in spots not fit for piss or slop
woke from dreams that revealed my fears;
over came the false, evidence, appearing, real;
entered the temple and studied the hidden rituals;
arranged my own principals, morals, and ethics;
now when I'm questioned...
either respect it or check it!
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The more things change...
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